the promise..

at the pavillion yesterday, i decided not to attend my criminal law class after 2 bottles of beer.. but on my 3rd bottle something happened that pissed me off.. i have a friend who resort to slashing her wrists when she is in pain or if there is something bothering her.. i really can't get any logic there so right from the start, she knew i dont tolerate it. i knew she have problems.. tried to talk to her but she only gave me a hug.. we're not really that close so i really can't push her to confide.. when i noticed her get the blade hidden in her cell, i immediately told her to get rid of it.. she insisted.. so i told the rest of the group to get it from her.. she was persuaded.. after a while, she went to the bathroom.. we decided to check her cell to see if the blade was still there.. it was gone. then she went out with her blouse adorned with some drops of blood.. she was smiling though.. i excused myself.. went to the customer service desk and asked the lady-in-charge to phone me a cab.. i need to get out of there.. being the oldest among the group, i felt so helpless.. angry..

i went directly to piazza to have some cups of brewed coffee.. need to compose myself.. after a while, i was back on track.. im a bit tipsy but still kickin.. the group decided not to attend the class so we spent the rest of the supposed-class-hours drinking and singing in the music box..

i dont know if it was only because of my tipsyness that made me promise that i would be giving up my drinking starting next week.. i hope i can live by that promise.. im crossing my fingers.. after all, it wasnt a bad one.. now im making it official..

I AM NOT DRINKING ANYMORE.

mawnin!